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QUEEN OF LOVE by Medea Bavarella Chechik

Poetry started pouring out of my Being about three years ago, while I was going through a deep grieving process...

A little over 6 years ago, I endured what has become the most life-shattering experience of my existence: the death of my only son, Nathaniel. Since then, I have been in the midst of a radical personal transformation. This transformation has enabled me to shift from the old paradigm of my life -the old story of who I thought I was- to creating the “the new me” and experiencing the truth of myself much more clearly and deeply than ever before. It was as if my old self-identity died so that the truth at the core of my being could at last be visible, be experienced, and be expressed.

I am fascinated by the power we have in being the architects of our own life: transforming the old story in order to give birth to the truth of Being that has been wanting and needing to evolve in its highest manifestation.

I feel that the sharing of my story, through the medium of poetry is an example of the power of personal transformation and evolution, and my prayer is that it will help inspire other women to tell their own stories of transformation.

Artwork by Mahmoud Farshchian, submitted by the author.

Queen of Love

by Medea Bavarella Chechik

Heart calling to itself that which it knows.

Unmistakable image of itself.

If you long for love…be love!

Your longing is the seed of your gifts eager to be cultivated.

Beloved calls for Beloved….to be united.

Soul rises majestically, savouring its own bliss.

The Garden is in full bloom,

absorbing the mysterious light of the moon.

Moonlight…a luminescent mantle of desire.

The green skin of mother earth kisses my feet

as I dance my electrifying bliss of loving and becoming.

Lover and Beloved are forever intertwined.

Breath exhales…

here...

now!

"Morning Blossom" by Mahmond Farshchian.

Medea Bavarella Chechik is a certified Feminine Power Coach, Certified Tranformational Counsellor and Relationship Expert, for over 25 years. Medea is a graduate of The Feminine Power Mastery and Transformative Leadership Programs. Medea has a 35-year background and training in Personal/Spiritual Transformation and Development, holds a private practice, as well as having 25 years of group facilitation experience. Medea is currently writing a book about her life and also compiling an anthology of her transformational poetry. She is one of the authors of the book: Conscious Women Conscious Lives. She is the Host of her Online WeEvolve TV™ talk Show. She has been selected to be an Anchor writer, as well as, publish some of her poetry by Sibyl Magazine: For the Spirit and Soul of Woman.You may learn more about her on her website here or on her Facebook page.

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~

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